| You don’t bet against Bamz, shit
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| I’m the best, hands down, never had a hand out
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| You don’t bet against Bamz
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| I’m a all-in type of player, uh, yeah
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| I might be in the wrong era
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| I might be in the wrong era, so
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| I told you, man, I told you
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| Looky here hear what I gotta deal with
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| Make the type of music that you deal with
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| Every drug dealer need a soundtrack, uh
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| I’m not a big fan of the new wave, uh
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| I just wanna get paid, uh
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| Everybody lyin' nowadays, that’s the truth
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| Pop a few pills then they ready for the booth
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| Sweet like vanilla, they ain’t ready for the scoop (whoa)
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| Did the four door, now I’m ready for the coupe, ooh
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| Colder than a igloo
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| Your mom should’ve swallowed you, left you in the NICU
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| You stupid fuck
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| You ain’t thinkin' clear, Crystal (yeah)
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| Same niggas with you, they won’t even miss you
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| Uh, that’s a fun fact, Snapple
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| Preyin' on my enemies, meet me in the chapel (yeah, woop)
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| Up and down Spanish Harlem when I used to battle niggas (get 'em, Nate)
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| Now I’m makin' movies, shorty playin' with my action figure
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| Kawasaki ninja met the lime green Balenciagas, uh
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| Independent major money
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| We don’t own shit, why you savin' money?
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| First you fall in love, now you hatin' money?
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| What’s up, money? |
| (money!)
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| You don’t bet against Bamz, shit
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| I’m the best, hands down, never had a hand out
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| You don’t bet against Bamz
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| I’m a all-in type of player, aw, yeah
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| I might be in the wrong era
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| I might be in the wrong era, so, what
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| Looky here what I gotta deal with
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| Make the type of music that you deal with
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| Every drug dealer need a soundtrack, uh
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| I’m not a big fan of the new wave, uh
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| I just wanna get paid, uh
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| Everybody lyin' nowadays, that’s the truth
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| Pop a few pills then they ready for the booth
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| Sweet like vanilla, they ain’t ready for the scoop
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| Did the four door, now I’m ready for the coupe, ooh
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| You stupid fuck
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| I told you, man, I told you, don’t fuck with me
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| I told you, don’t fuckin'—
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| You stupid fuck
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| Doors up like a wrist cut
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| If I sign the deal, man, they better bring the Brinks truck
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| I’ve done the unthinkable
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| So you gotta give me double any number that you think of
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| Got the East on fire
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| Lookin' for a fix and you wanna get higher
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| I’m the man, the provider
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| I’m the one that supply ya suppliers, ooh
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| Ten thou' for the china
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| I don’t do takeout unless I got a rival
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| I don’t pay mind to
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| Broke people all got tunnel vision, never use the side view, ooh
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| If it’s trouble that you lookin' for then bring it on, ooh
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| If you pullin' out the hammer then you let it off, ooh
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| I ain’t dissin', goin' back and forth with rappers
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| Makin' songs that don’t make money, ooh
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| Don’t be fake money, ooh
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| You don’t bet against Bamz, shit (get 'em, Nate)
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| I’m the best, hands down, never had a hand out (yeah)
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| You don’t bet against Bamz (right)
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| I’m a all-in type of player, aw, yeah
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| I might be in the wrong era
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| I might be in the wrong era, so (ha ha, yeah, Nate)
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| Looky here what I gotta deal with (talk yo' shit)
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| Make the type of music that you deal with (woop)
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| Every drug dealer need a soundtrack, ooh
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| I’m not a big fan of the new wave, ooh
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| I just wanna get paid, ooh (ooh)
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| Everybody lyin' nowadays, that’s the truth (right)
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| Pop a few pills then they ready for the booth (okay)
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| Sweet like vanilla, they ain’t ready for the scoop (scoop)
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| Did the four door, now I’m ready for the coupe, ooh (ooh)
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| That was fire (that was fire, bro)
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| Yo (that's fire, bro), my nigga talkin' his shit
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| I got no words for this shit, papi chu, yeah
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| And my chain swang, nigga, ya heard me? |